This is a poem I wrote many years a go whem my grandmother was dying.
She lay in a nursing home bed
Frightened of the nurse with the needle
While her family bickers
Over her dwindling fortune
Her eyes roam her drab room
Searching for something...

Today is new, but yesterdays blues bleeds into the day's views, just when you think you have a grip, it slips and your left confused, my only prayer is your not alone when it hits you, knees and prayers, Gods there, but for some reason He feels you need to experience despair...